As a father, husband, teacher, coach, man, writer, jack Lutheran, late-mid-life-elder, ne'er do well, and espresso addict I find myself tethered to more responsibility, commitment, and distraction than, as a younger man, I thought I would carry. So I write this wonderfully encumbered surprise of a life that I have been given. I see grace and I see atrocity; I respond writing odes to what I love and rants against what I abhor. If I lived in a cave I would paint these on the wall.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

So, You Want to Know

Redemption comes not from pursuing yet another insight into why you feel so empty, so disconnected, so tired of your life, but from taking a step into what it is that you fear, what you most desire, what is your power. It is the act, the motion toward a more scathing vulnerability that will free you. All this thinking and reading and talking may work to prepare you but it is the actual doing that will free you, will strip you, will carry you into the blinding light of being seen for the gift that you are, that you were born to give away. Seeing it yourself is only the beginning. Until someone else sees you for who you really are, you will likely be wanting more, waiting for someone to save you.

About Me

Poems and narrative essays function in ways other kinds of writing cannot. They are living things that raise the heart rate while raising questions. Not all delight, but most can kick. I toss these out there into the cyber ethers, the e-oceans, with hope that they are found and heard by someone somewhere.